Guest Poem from Ty Newydd
by Sally Pemberton
Y Lon Goed
She wears a Welsh tweed coat,
drives a green Cortina estate
up a steep hill in Lakeside, Cardiff.
Late Sixties – I was old enough to note
the rough wool weave against
her Mary Quant bob.
From a hundred miles, and fifty years away,
in Y Lon Goed I find a Welsh tweed purse.
Lime green threads with opera rose wool –
colour of a wet stone from Aberdaron beach,
half hidden by leaves,
wood sorrel, white violet and the first bluebell.
Leaves and bluebells images from Sally Pemberton